The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the dungeon, heavy as wet wool, spoken by the guard whose breath fogged in the cold. It was a summons, not a greeting, and it pulled Elias from the recurring dream where his own flesh was peeling away like old plaster. He blinked, the darkness of the cell pressing against his eyelids, and the golden mirror was there, fixed to the far wall, reflecting not...

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